Wanted.
Needed.
It made me feel everything and more.
And just as I felt my high start to wane, I heard him reach his own release. The guttural groan that he produced informed me he was finishing off, and that drove another lesser but still intense orgasm within me.
A low gasp from me, my toes curled on their own, and my hand was saturated from my arousal. I was left lying there breathing hard, the world a whirl about me. I cared about nothing yet everything in that instant.
Things were going so swiftly, so forcefully between us, that I was left feeling as though the world was opening up and about to swallow me whole.
I had just gotten off listening to the nasty remarks of my lecturer and the sounds of him jerking off.
I should feel humiliated, but instead all I felt was… that I wanted more.
I was worried about going to class, at seeing Seth after the weekend, after what he’d said to me, what I’d admitted to him… and what we’d done over the phone.
I sat in my car in the parking lot, staring at the front entrance to the Stein Building, where Professor Baldwin stood, where I’d have to confront him and my actual emotions. I wanted to tell him I loved him, but it felt wildly improper and quick, especially after what all had transpired.
This all seemed like a dream.
All Sunday I had labored on my paper, one that wasn’t due for weeks. But I needed to keep myself occupied to keep my mind off other things, particularly how I was going to confront Seth.
I clutched the folder in my fingers, the documents within things I’d worked painstakingly on. I wanted it to be perfect; I wanted it to show how hard I’d worked.
Hell, I wanted it to show that my mind wasn’t continuously focused with Seth.
Taking a big breath, I opened the driver’s side door, climbed out, and reached inside to retrieve my bag. Once the strap was on my shoulders, I walked to the building and stepped inside.
I had hours until his class, but I wanted to drop this off before then, to maybe talk with him about everything. I wanted to make things less awkward, if possible.
Although I knew that was me unable to control myself.
Professor Baldwin was always cool and collected, always looked like he had his shit together.
Me, on the other hand, I felt like I was rushing around like a chicken with my head chopped off.
I slowed as I neared his office, the door shut, his name imprinted into the frosted glass. My heart was beating, and I was starting to breathe quicker, to sweat. I didn’t know how long I stood there, but it seemed like forever.
I finally lifted my hand and brought my knuckles down on the glass a couple times. I took a step away, students going back and forth behind me, ignorant to what I had with Professor Baldwin. I looked to the left, then to the right, wondering if they knew, if they could see how nervous I was.
Could they argue that what we were doing wasn’t allowed?
“Come in,” he stated in that deep timbre of his, his voice penetrating through the wood and glass and spearing right into me.
I felt an involuntary chill rush up my spine.
I grasped the doorknob and spun it, drawing open the door and stepping inside. The door was left half open behind me as I stood there, staring at him as he sat behind his desk. He looked up at me, his black gaze entering mine, the need on his face quick.
“Grace,” he all but snarled.
He leaned back in his leather chair, putting his arms beside him, and I couldn’t help but glance down at how he had his shirt sleeves rolled up, his strong, tanned forearms on display.
That was a weakness… muscular forearms that made me feel so feminine.
“Close the door behind you.” The order was filled with pleasure, and I found myself reaching behind me without breaking his gaze, shutting it, and taking a big breath in.
For long moments I just stood there, neither one of us saying anything, the heat in the room suddenly becoming sweltering. I pictured me lying in bed while I spoke to him, as I caressed myself and got off.
